His brow manages to furrow more, head pulling back a fraction as he tries to understand anything that she just said. His hair? Detroit? What plane.

"I.. don't know that I can answer any of those questions at this exact juncture in time, but I'm sure we can look into.. either of those-" he says, two fingers of his free hand gesturing out vaguely in front of him.

"-But let's start with a name and why, exactly, you're comin' from my upstairs apartment."

'Apartment' was a generous term but he was starting small.